Who is this crazy bitch?

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Pennsylvania, United States
My name is Laura. I'm 26-years-old. I love cats and books and Asian ball-jointed dolls. I'm a nerd and I'm happily married to an equally nerdy husband. I'm 5'5" and weigh about 235/40. I have brown hair, bullshit brown eyes, and freckles. I also got a big ass, thick thighs, tubby fingers and toes, flabby arms, a round belly full of good food, and chipmunk cheeks that haven't gone away since I was 5. I will be buried with them, I am sure.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

This is why reviews are insanely important when choosing your honeymoon vaca...

Argh, haven't updated this in a long time. Although I'm pretty sure no one really reads this, it's still very liberating to simply say what's on my mind and launch it out into the internet. Perhaps somewhere in the vast empitness of spam and porn, these words are read by at least one individual and understood. Even if that person doesn't comment (as I often don't comment 'cause of laziness), they might agree or disagree. It's all good, either way. X3

Since this journal is all about how I vive to prove that fat women can be just as happy as skinny women, I shall talk of happy times!
(I've also had to get home from work due to sickness and after taking some day quil and *stupidly* shovelling the driveway, I want some happy in my life right now.)

Behind me, Tubby sits on the couch, content. I've had to turn off the heat 'cause the house is nice and toasty. I'm wearing an awesome Star Wars shirt that I got in Wal-Mart for five bucks (yes, yes, Wal-Mart is the ultimate evil with all the great sales). Luka is singing "Just Be Friends" on the computer's speakers.

Yes, happy times... *le content sigh*

Past happy times includes Mike's and my honeymoon in Colonial Williamsburg in Virginia. You know how most honeymooners go in a cruise or visit far away countries 'n at? We thought about those options, but instead finally decided to stay in America (mainly for monetary reasons).

We also decided against the hotel and made our reservations at the KOA campground nearest to all the attactions. That's right.

For our honeymoon, we went camping!

And man I can't even begin to tell you how much fun that was. Ever since I was little, we've gone camping. Mike's family, too. The only difference is that we camped in a pop-up while Mike's family used a tent. Because of this, he mocks me and camping, but I've always felt that the mock was not needed for several reasons.

Number one- I loathe technology while camping. When I'm camping, my cell phone is for emergency uses only. I do not bring a laptop nor do I bring a TV. Hell, I'd leave my cell phone at home if I could! All I require is a CD player/radio. Music is a main part of my life, I simply can't leave it behind.

Number two- A pop-up is pretty much a tent with hard-sides. When we first started camping and it was cold, we had to go out in the middle of the night and buy a space heater and then cram in together to keep warm. When it was summer and insanely hot, we'd have to open all of the windows and sleep almost-naked. We didn't have the heating/AC that most pop-ups now have.

Number three- As with most tenters, we had to use a gas stove. Granted, the stove came attached to the side of the pop-up, but it was still fuckin' gas. Not these high-tech kitchens you see in most hard-sides nowadays. And we primarily used Mom's cast-iron skillet for cooking over the open fire anyway!

There are tons of other reasons, but those are the top three. Granted, my parents, now elder, strive for more simplistic camping times and have bought themselves a hard-side, complete with one of those high-tech kitchens in it.

Bleh, gimmie simple camping any day. Now, I said SIMPLE, not rough. 'Cause I know what rough camping is and NO THANK YOU. This fat ass at least wants something soft to sleep on, a hot meal, and some music to listen to.

Also a decent bathroom.

That is one thing I will NEVER camp without. If the campground has piss-poor facilities, then fuck 'em, movin' on!

Such as with the first choice of our honeymoon spot. We scoured the links online for the right campground for our honeymoon. The first that popped up at us was Williamsburg Pottery Campground. Go ahead, look at the pictures on the page. Like, seriously, take a moment, let those sun-soaked images settle into your brain.

Done soaking?


After reviewing the few reviews that best described the place as "It was great in the 80s!", we eventually decided on the above mentioned KOA campground (cute as a button, btw, and almost totally empty in late August, perfect for newly weds and all the alone time they want during the night, hehe~ ). Still, we were curious about Williamsburg Pottery and when we had a free day, ventured towards an adventure!

When you first pull up to the campground, an age-old sign is there to greet you. In the '80s it probably looked beautiful. And nowadays it might've looked nice too, had it had any kind of TLC.

Once you get past the sign, you drive along a road that's hardly a road. More like tire tracks in grass. You pass two creepy buildings; the one on the left is a ramshackled old barn, weathered to the point of DANGER WILL ROBINSON. To your right is a decrepid house, most of the broken windows boarded up and ivy crawling up the sides.

"Lovely!" I piped to Mike, to which he arched his eyebrows and nodded in agreement.

We emerged from the trees to see a tree line facing a field of NOTHING. No lush grass, no nice shady trees, just a bunch of trodden looking sites with markers springing up randomly. There were a few RVs pulled into some spots; otherwise, it looked like an abandoned field. Sure, there was a tree here and there, but they barely had any leaves on 'em. And the two, maybe three, peach-colored concrete buildings we saw? Absolutely run-down, nasty lookin' pieces of shit. The office, if you could call it that, had a lock over the front door and a broken window.

"Hm, I bet the tent sites are under the trees," Mike said and bravely drove into the shade.

When we saw the "sites", we both made bets that the person deciding where the sites go walked 20 feet, planted a marker, then strode on for 20 more feet, then planted the next marker, etc. They were all over the fuckin' place! One site was on a sloping hillside. SERIOUS. T___T

There was only one bathroom facility within the woods for the tenters and lemme tell you. Jason Voorhees wouldn't touch the place. I mean, it looked scary. As far as you're concerned, this is the fuckin' Hampton's to that place.

So we left the campground feeling more secure in our choice of the KOA for our honeymoon.

Other than that horror, the honeymoon went splendidly!! The KOA was nearly empty due to it being the end of summer (getting married in August? Best decision EVER) and Colonial Williamsburg wasn't too bad because of it. It was very quaint and inspiring- most of the people who do the play acting freakin' LIVE in some of the houses. How bad ass is that?

"Say, where do you live, Mark?"

"Oh, y'know, just over there where most of the buildings are original historic buildings from the fuckin' 1700s, bitch!"

Okay, not that bad ass sounding, but still insanely nifty!

We also went to wonderful Busch Gardens!! :D THAT was fuckin' AWESOME. The lines weren't bad at all and the longest we had to wait was maybe 30-40 minutes. The attractions were a blast, but I felt bad for Mike who got a pretty big headache during out time there. D: But the food was at least really good (Although, lemme tell ya, it's better to walk to the fuckin' parking lot and eat your own 'cause DAMN the food's expensive!)

Water Country USA was fun too, but neither of us are big water park fans. We had fun, it rained a lot, which made it more fun, but then the park closed due to a storm. Which we were fine with anyway.

There was other small adventures we went on (including a midnight trip to Wal-Mart to get Mike a fan as he did NOT do well with the heat) (ah, for those confused, he also brought his own battery to plug-in devices for a "just-in-case" basis, pretty cool, huh?), but nothing major. Just one of the best vacations I ever had with the love of my life~

And all for under five hundred bucks! :D


  1. just like to let yu know, i am the same i write my blog knowing noone reads them either but its the fact that its out there right :) Well anyways i thought i would comment and let yu know I read your blog from england :)

  2. The only way I will camp is if the person who invited me promises that we will have a decent bathroom. Otherwise, no deal.